“You...you won’t let me go?”
He shook his head. “We’re not talking about that. Now, apologize.”
She swallowed her pride. It took her several tries—there was quite a lot of it to swallow.
“I am so, so sorry for what I did in high school. It was all my fault. It must have made you feel terrible. But please, please let me go. Don’t...don’t do to me whatever you did to Amy. Please. I won’t tell anyone about this. It’s between us, I swear.”
The words rang hollow to her, but not because she was lying about the apology. She felt she should apologize. She had been ordered to, after all. But did she really, truly, want to go? Or was she was just saying that now?
“It is between us,” he nodded.
Reaching out, he grabbed her hands, shifting them in front of her body underneath the ropes binding her arms until she was holding them in front of her pussy with her wrists up. She felt powerless to resist.
David nodded to Amy, who began untying the ropes around Catalina’s arms. Those ropes were being replaced—a better knot, tied by David around her wrists. That was so cool. Catalina couldn’t resist. Not in the slightest. The ropes had total control over her now. David had total control. Bit by bit, the ropes David wrapped around her wrists were tighter and tighter.
“But you’re not going to go anywhere. You’re mine, now, Catalina. Just how you should have been a long time ago.”
The ropes got tighter and tighter. Should have been his a long time ago. Yes. A long...long time ago.
She shook her head. All these hot ropes pulling at her silly girl brain. It was so hard to think. So hard to think when she was just a slavequeen for her David.
N-noooo...why couldn’t she fight this?
He smiled, finishing his tying. He slid a hand up one perfect leg, admiring her tight muscles.
“In about two minutes, you’re going to fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
She may as well get used to the idea. That’s what guys wanted her around for anyway. Of course David did too.
“You’re only going to fuck me from now on.”
“Only...nnnh...” she resisted, still. “Getting...married...”
He tugged at her wrist-ropes. She felt her will evaporate even more.
“You don’t love him, though.”
“I don’t love him.”
That was easy to say. She really didn’t. She was just using him.
Amy had climbed up next to David, sinking her head into his lap and happily sucking him off as he gave Catalina more and more commands. She could see the rapture on Amy’s face as she worked...and she wanted it for herself.
David’s voice was catching, husky with lust, as he kept talking.
“You’re going to milk him for all he’s worth for me. All that money is mine.”
“All his money is yours.”
Yes. She wanted to take it from the dumb fool anyway. She could agree with all of this.
“And so you’re only going to fuck me, now. Because I deserve all that money you’re going to get me. Because I’m the only one who deserves you.”
“I’m only going to fuck you now, David. You deserve me, and all the money I’m going to get you.”
Her voice was so warm and sweet. So happy and supplicating. She deserved him. She deserved all the wealth he was going to give her.
“You’re superior to every bitch in this town.”
Oh yes. Catalina could easily agree with that.
“I’m superior to every bitch in this town,” she said, smiling.
She tossed her hair back. Even Amy, so lucky to be David’s slave already, was inferior to super hot Catalina.
“Nobody is as hot as you are.”
“Nobody is as hot as me.”
“Tell Amy you’re better than her. That you always have been.”
She looked over at Amy, still fingering her cunt, looking at Catalina with big, expectant eyes.
“I’m better than you, Amy,” she purred. “I always have been.”
“You’re Amy’s queen.”
Catalina nodded happily. “Yes, Sir. Amy’s queen.”
“My slavequeen. That’s what you are.”
“Yes,” Catalina breathed. “Your slavequeen.”
“You’ll rule all my slutslaves for me. You’ll gather them up and arrange them just how I deserve.”
“I will! Oh yes!”
Catalina’s eyes were brimming with happy tears—the thought was so beautiful! So wonderful!
“Because I am your King, Catalina. Your Everything.”
He put his hands on her, pushing her back to the rug. She spread her legs out.
“You’re my King,” she whispered hotly, meaning every bit of it. “My everything. I need you, Sir! I need you inside of me, please! Give me your royal cock!”
She knew it would get her pregnant, most likely. So fucking virile and huge. She wanted that.
His cock slid across her belly, completely hard now. Amy was holding his torso, cooing softly in his ear.
The lovely blonde was whispering hot little bits: “She needs it, Master. She’s superior to me, Master. Fuck her slavequeen cunt, sir, please?”
“How big is my dick, Catalina? It’s almost too big for you, isn’t it?”
“It’s huge! It’s massive! Oh my god it’s so fucking big! I need it, sir! I just hope it’ll fit inside my slavequeen pussy!”
He shoved his bare rod inside of her, then, ramming her cunt hard. He was so fucking big! Bigger than anything she ever could have imagined!
It filled up every part of her. Amy wrapped around Master, her hands sliding up and down his cock. She came hard, and then she came again. Whenever her orgasm subsided, he was still inside of her, plunging deeper and deeper, harder and harder, his cock owning her completely.
She thought it was the ropes who owned her. She was so wrong. It was his cock. His cock owned her. His cock ruled the ropes just like it ruled her.
Amy was cheering him on. “She needs it, Sire! Please fuck my queen harder! Harder! She’s your fucking queen, Sire! You own her so fucking hard!”
“Yes, Sir!” Catalina panted. “Fuck me! Fuck me like a King! Your slavequeen needs your big fucking cock!”
“No one else deserves her!” Amy cried out. “She’s so fucking lucky to be your favorite slave! I’m so fucking jealous and I love it! I know she deserves it more than me, Master! Oh god, you’re fucking her so hard! She won’t be able to walk!”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me until my legs don’t work, Master!”
At last, he came. The torrent of his cum flooded her body. Next to him, Amy was cumming too, screaming out her bliss. Catalina of course came with him, even harder than all the times before put together. She was breathless with ecstasy. His cum seemed never ending, filling her up with load after wonderful load of hot, fuckhappy cum. It leaked down out of her pussy, completely piling up inside of her hot, tight pussy.
He put his hand on Amy’s throat, pushing her down next to the gorgeous Catalina.
“Kneel down and join your slavequeen,” he ordered Amy.
Amy complied with a happy giggle. He stood up and walked away for a moment, and Catalina was intensely disappointed. When he came back, though, he had a gorgeous golden collar in his hands, a little metal loop in the front of it.
It read, “FIRST.”
As he slipped it across her neck, she came again. Her pussy was a hot wet volcano, needing to erupt more and more. All of her felt full of hot, molten cum, swirling in her core and making her feel wonderfully whole.
Sitting on the couch, he beckoned each girl forward, crooking his finger. They crawled forward sexily, and he positioned them around his cock, a girl on each side.
Working quickly, he took the rope he had taken off from Catalina’s arms earlier and wrapped it through the loop on Catalina’s collar and then Amy’s, so that each girl had only a millimeter of space between their noses. It was just enough space for them to sha
re his cock. If he tugged on the rope, it just brought them closer together, forcing their lips to mix on his meat.
Their big tits rubbed hard up and down his massive cock, each girl taking turns slurping the head. Precum slipped up and down the shiny, slippery hot surfaces of their big breastflesh. Happily, they kissed each other as they adored his cock, their tongues sliding together on top of his cockmeat.
“Master deserves this,” Amy cooed.
“Oh yes,” agreed Catalina. “He deserves this, and so much more.”
“I’m so happy he’s enslaved you,” Amy purred between kisses. “I wasn’t good enough for him on my own.”
“Of course you weren’t,” said Catalina, licking up and down his shaft. “You’re no slavequeen, you silly little slut. You need a superior fuckdoll like me to tell you what’s what.”
Seemingly unable to stop himself, their Master came again, hot white spray spurting across their faces. They licked it up eagerly, happily. Catalina got more than Amy, as was her privilege as the slavequeen, but Catalina was a generous ruler. She let Amy have two or three good squirts of the life-enhancing substance. The dense hotness of it was pure bliss running down their faces.
The Master looked down at his slavequeen then, considering. Thick gobs of cum ran down her gorgeous face.
“Don’t you have a hot roommate or something?”
Catalina nodded eagerly.
“Two of them, Sire. They would make perfect pets for you to dominate.”
“You’re going to fetch them for me, aren’t you?”
Of course she would. She would do everything in her power to build her Master the enormous, hot-slave harem that he deserved. And she would be his hot slavequeen, ruling over the inferior slaves at his side, now and forever. Just like he deserved.
* * * * *
Currents of lust escalated in the night, floating on top of each other, intertwining and penetrating and looping into each other endlessly before finally exploding in hot miasma of desire.
Standing on the balcony of her small shop, her exquisite body naked except for the tiny red negligee she wore, Yasmin smiled. David had done very well for himself. That was wonderful. He was turning into an incredibly useful tool for her cause.
Her hand slipped down to the sweet, slick mound between her legs. Biting her lips, she sucked in some of the passing lust, indulging herself just a bit. The currents of these humans were so strong—all these desires so repressed and passionate—that it was impossible not to nibble on the waves of their passing a bit.
Her shop was doing very well indeed. If she kept selling items in this manner, her plan would continue to approach completion in a schedule even more timely than her Dark God had ordered. Just the thought of his good word, of his pleasure at the extent of her obedience, brought another cavalcade of thrills to Yasmin’s body.
With only a few more fantastically erotic fantasies fulfilled as David’s were, her plan would come to fruition, and finally, at long last, her Dark God would be unleashed on this fun little realm, his will free to use all these inhabitants as his playthings as he had earned. And then Yasmin would feel his perfect, infernal seed in her belly, filling her finally with the child He deserved...
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Needing Him In Charge
Lillian set the table, laying out their very best plates—the blue ones with the flowery white trim. The silverware was polished, the wineglasses ready, with the wine carefully positioned in a bucket full of ice close to Henry’s seat. In the oven, the dish she had prepared was staying warm.
A quick glance at the clock told her it was nearing seven o’clock. He would be home soon, then.
This dinner had to be totally perfect. She couldn’t have anything that would put him off, or let him know exactly what she was up to. That was why her phone was down in her car—no distractions tonight.
She sighed for a moment, letting her head rest against the wall. Was she doing the right thing?
Her conflict of morals stemmed mostly from the fact that Henry was just almost perfect for Lillian.
Lillian was a graduate student, studying anthropology, and had met Henry at a party of a mutual friend. They had hit it off immediately, and were whispering hot “I love you”s to each other within a week of meeting. It was a wonderfully romantic tale, one that Lillian loved recounting, more than a little smugly, to her single friends.
Henry was kind, always bringing her little gifts like flowers or cards or fun t-shirts or notebooks for her to write in, usually on the monthly anniversary of their meeting. He was delightfully caring, always listening to her attentively and never prescribing advice unless she asked for it—he knew that when she had a problem, it was his job just to be supportive until she fixed it on her own. And on top of all that, he was loaded, and had a wonderful, stable engineering job with the aircraft firm in the city.
All told, he was an ideal match for a husband, and as often as she dared, she dropped little hints to him. Nothing major, just making note of beautiful proposals her friends had, or pointing out romantic little spots in the city, or asking if he thought she looked good in white.
Okay, perhaps they weren’t all that subtle, but he got the idea, and knew that she wanted it, and hadn’t seemed to freak out, and that was great too.
There was just one problem—Lillian really, really wished he was more active in the bedroom.
She wanted him to ask to tie her down, or to hold her down and fuck her silly, or to just force himself on her—to demand that they fuck right away, not taking no for an answer. From a stranger, of course, that sort of behavior would be intolerable, to say the absolute least, but from her boyfriend? Her cute, wiry-framed boyfriend, always with something funny to say and happy to please? It would be an enormously sexy change of pace.
The problem was basically that Henry was really terrific at making love. But that only went as far as it went. Lovemaking was a terrific thing to have—after a traumatic day, or after it had been a while, or after a fight.
But Lillian? Most days, she needed to be fucked. She needed to be fucked, really, really hard. She wanted to have a headache the next day from her brain knocking around so much on her pillows. She wanted to not be able to walk for days after being manhandled completely. And Henry just wasn’t quite...extreme enough for that.
Yet.
But she had a plan.
The first step was just how she was dressed. She had made it a point to put on her very sexiest lingerie—sultry smoky stockings and tall platform six-inch “fuck me” heels, matching the lacy black pantie set embroidered with red roses trailing over the hot globes of her ass. Lillian worked out constantly, mostly yoga and pilates, strengthening her core and keeping her stamina up for the furious fucking that she had longed for since she had become sexually active at eighteen, over five years before.
Her skimpy bra matched her panties, the red lace roses intermixing with sexual black stitching, her ample C-cup tits on perfect display for her man once he walked in through the door.
Having no idea when he was going to arrive, she had taken it upon herself to make the entire meal for his special dinner in her lingerie.
Often, she would finger her sweet, hot pussy when she needed a little release, imagining Henry texting her and demanding that he do just that.
Maybe he would after tonight.
Earlier in the day, Lillian had randomly walked into the new antiques store in the middle of town, Possessions.
It was a fun little place, filled with glass cabinets, old wooden furniture that was well out of her price range, marble and glass statues of animals, and some tin signs featuring pin-up girls from the fifties. Lillian had every intention of leaving without buying a thing, but then she ran into the store owner.
Tall, pale, busty, and devastatingly gorgeous, the store owner oozed sexuality in her practically see-through clingy black dress. She smiled at Lillian with a knowing glance, her green eyes blazing with barely-repressed lust.
“I see you,
young woman,” she said to Lillian. “You are looking for something for your man, yes? You want something to let him know you are his, and his alone?”
Lillian was a bit stunned. She had not even said hello, and this woman had practically read her mind.
“Y-yes,” stammered Lillian. “I mean, well, I mean that’s private.”
The owner tsked, waving her hand. “Private? ‘Private,’ she says to Yasmin. I say to myself, I say, ‘Yasmin, this beautiful girl, she will know Yasmin is beautiful too, and so she will know there is no shame to be had between these walls. Beautiful women, we may talk to each other as we please.’ But I see now, I was wrong. You are not one to speak openly.”
Yasmin turned then, heading back into the office deep in the back of the store. Her shapely ass swayed in the sheer dark fabric of her dress.
“No!” Lillian exclaimed. “I mean, I am wanting something like that. What you described. My man...” she didn’t know how she had picked up the beautiful woman’s terminology, but it fit. “He’s not as...aggressive as I might like. In the bedroom. And so...”
“And so you are in love with him, but not with the way he takes you.” Yasmin tsked again. “This is too bad. A product of too much weakness in these times. Men, where I am from, they take a woman without questions. They have their way upon her. And any man with a wife knows his wife is for beautiful, exhausting, weeks-long periods of hard, passionate fucking for as long as he would like. This is what you would like, yes? For your man to act as such? To act like a real man, hard and terrible and powerful?”
Lillian was getting hot just listening to Yasmin. Each word she said was like it was weaved from the fabric of sex itself.
“Oh yes,” she said quietly. “I would like that very much.”
Yasmin crooked her finger at her then, and showed her to her special stock near the back.
Lillian didn’t even remember paying, was the odd part. She didn’t remember much of the meeting beyond leaving with the bottle of wine—which was large, dark, and without a label, and the promise that Henry would become, “the hunk he was born to be.”
That sounded perfect to Lillian.
Now, though, as she stood in her lingerie, waiting for Henry to come home, doubts began to creep into her mind. Wasn’t she basically poisoning the love of her life? What would this wine even do? Make him more amorous? Increase his longevity in the bedroom? Wouldn’t it be better, perhaps, to just have an open and honest conversation about what she wanted in the bedroom? Why hadn’t she asked Yasmin more questions? Why couldn’t she remember much of the meeting? And why was her mind so spacey when she left, as if she had cum, multiple times, before leaving the shop?
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